Bright Lights

[tracker7]

The cold is sticking around. It's not Covid, at least.

I'm not having much luck keeping things here cheerful. I'm really not feeling much positivity. I do have an interview next week, so there's some hope. Good work would certainly help my mood.

Ex-housemate's probation restrictions have been lifted, and he's moving in a few weeks. I'm going up to Louisville in the morning to collect the last few things still at the little house on Cannons Lane. It was a good home for eight years and change, and all things considered, I wish I was still there.

I'm just not happy, and I'm having a hard time seeing things get better.

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[atolnon]

I wish I could say things were getting better in the general sense. Maybe they will but it looks pretty bad a lot of the time. It always feels a little strange offering up little words online as a comfort, but maybe I think they're like pebbles in a jug of water. If you put enough stuff in there, even if it's not the water you need, sometimes the water rises high enough to drink.

If all the good things are transitory and eventually pass, it's true with bad stuff, too. We just gotta hang in there.